Lyrics

All up in my black!All up in my black!All up in my black tryin' to take my truck!

Huh, rose up from the bottom of the pump like a flashlightAnd all you easy bomb bitches got your chest tightWeak bitch, you couldn't beat me with your best mightI'm burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over...Hold up, I'm busy killing these bitchesIf not that then I'm giving them stitchesI'm burning them down, then I'm cutting these bitchesIf they talk shit then I'm kicking they lips inIf you talk shit then I'm kicking your lips inThey tripping with blunts, they literally splittingI'm all in your face, I've got something to spit inHold up! Wait!Time for recollectionIf rap is crucified, bitch I'm the resurrectionThe best kept secretYou is indiscretionI'm here to fucking teach em, you're the fucking lesson!You and me a wild fire to a matchstickI'm a fucking problem, you don't wanna add thisHold up! You don't wanna add this!Better yet go run your suns and your bag bitch

Every time I hear that part for the rest of my life I'm gonna die of laughterOh wait, wait, I was the first person to hear...Oh whatever the fuck you called that weak ass... to Jim JonesYou know when you had bitches up in your hood trying find dirt on you?Or like the time you were the studio with Missy ElliottAnd she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember?

Bitch I'm from the 313With the fucking meat cleaver out like who want beefWhat you gonna do with this... flow?... you on own your shit, you should dip low hoeWait, I want you bitches so scared that your mental breakSo you forever be broke with expensive tasteI bet you won't leap, ...frog ass bitchPussy ass, Courage the Cowardly Dog ass bitchHold up! Yeah!

Or like when you were texting me about ... remember?Let's steal her fans, we're not really friends with this bitch!And I was like, oh OK, we're all good!Bitch, I got emo on you!Bitch, you don't want war!But we're just gonna tell what happened when we were together

I was in the City, chilling with a bomb bitchWho was on Twitter, talking like she run shitYou was in my text, looking for some pity, bitchI'm at the bar alone on some Sex in the City shitMy boyfriend left me, my heart's gonna breakBitch, you be fucking niggas on their oxygen tank!Shit! I be making moves, bitch, plotting my fateLooking at you whack hoes like who's spot should I takeWait, wait! ... rainbow, now you're on your Wayne shitRapunzel gonna be missing like her edges in her... isReally, I was hoping you would clap firstBut either way I'mma go and get you that work!I'm the one that everybody say you can't beYou know it too, cause I'm the only one ain't tweetNappy... ghetto fucking Easter BunnyEat up every track, that's the OJ...

I'm like genuinely laughing on this shitThat's why she doesn't really talk muchCause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, bitchDon't tell me when you're going to London for a monthDon't say, oh, you're soWait, wait, wait, wait, I see you hung out with ....Did he play you the track that I ripped?Did he play your style that I stole, bitch?Give me our beat, let me work that bassHe played that for me, I didn't like itBitch put an album out!I think my album's more done than yours and I just started a week agoYou out here sleeping on studio floors,Wasting money on digi-videos and PhotoshopStop it, bitch!